This is where it started.

Not the healing—just the honesty.

The garage has always been my sanctuary. A place to sit with the weight, crack a beer, and try to find myself again. In this episode, I open up about what it means to process pain without performance, and how sacred it can be to tell the truth in the middle of your mess.

It’s not polished.

It’s not pretty.

But it’s real—and maybe that’s enough.